Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou

  

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. 

I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size 

But when I start to tell them, 

They think I’m telling lies. 

I say, 

It’s in the reach of my arms 

The span of my hips, 

The stride of my step, 

The curl of my lips. 

I’m a woman 

Phenomenally. 

Phenomenal woman, 

That’s me. 
I walk into a room 

Just as cool as you please, 

And to a man, 

The fellows stand or 

Fall down on their knees. 

Then they swarm around me, 

A hive of honey bees. 

I say, 

It’s the fire in my eyes, 

And the flash of my teeth, 

The swing in my waist, 

And the joy in my feet. 

I’m a woman 

Phenomenally. 

Phenomenal woman, 

That’s me. 
Men themselves have wondered 

What they see in me. 

They try so much 

But they can’t touch 

My inner mystery. 

When I try to show them 

They say they still can’t see. 

I say, 

It’s in the arch of my back, 

The sun of my smile, 

The ride of my breasts, 

The grace of my style. 

I’m a woman 
Phenomenally. 

Phenomenal woman, 

That’s me. 
Now you understand 

Just why my head’s not bowed. 

I don’t shout or jump about 

Or have to talk real loud. 

When you see me passing 

It ought to make you proud. 

I say, 

It’s in the click of my heels, 

The bend of my hair, 

the palm of my hand, 

The need of my care, 

‘Cause I’m a woman 

Phenomenally. 

Phenomenal woman, 

That’s me.

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